This morning, my sweet and beautiful Tatters crossed the bridge after a brief struggle with lymphosarcoma.
Tatters was not only the first Berner I ever had the privilege of sharing my life with, she was my first ever dog. I could not have asked for better - she was my soul mate, retaining her sweet nature as I awkwardly learned how to live with and care for dogs. She was smart and loving, and although she never had a litter of puppies, she mothered the rest of the pack here. She was the opposite of an alpha dog, but knew how to get her way, and ruled the roost from her favorite corner of the couch. Rest easy, my baby girl. Ann, Kerzon, and Carlos the clown
